She Speaks

Mom celebrated her 70th birthday just a few days ago. As her milestone day neared, I reflected on all the typical traits that make mothers so admired. One of the qualities I appreciate most of all is her creativity.
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By Christie Wilson cwilson@staradvertiser.com Posted on March 11, 2018

Updated on March 10, 2018 at 5:53 pm

The first months of my journey to ditch hair dye and allow my natural color to grow out were the toughest, and in my weakest moments I had to resist the urge to skulk back to the salon to retrieve my former artificial color and highlights.
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Instead of a circa-2008 CD player, there’s a 7-inch media screen in the middle of the dash in our new Honda Accord. I can push one button to stream music from Pandora and another to chat with Siri.
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By Zenaida Serrano, zserrano@staradvertiser.com Posted on February 18, 2018

Updated on February 17, 2018 at 5:50 pm

“A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.” I don’t know who came up with the clever quote; I believe it’s a proverb. I love that to different people it can mean different things, from recharging to preparing for the week ahead.
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By Christie Wilson cwilson@staradvertiser.com Posted on February 11, 2018

Updated on February 11, 2018 at 5:16 pm

If I made a list of likely occupations my son would have chosen for a career, sushi chef would have ranked about 129th. Yet there he is, in his fourth month of on-the-job training in a little family-run restaurant on Maui.
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By Donica Kaneshiro dkaneshiro@staradvertiser.com Posted on February 4, 2018

Updated on February 5, 2018 at 11:29 pm

There was a time when parents had to wait weeks, even months, to find out how their child was performing at school. Report card day was a big deal. These days, middle school report cards are just a formality.
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By Zenaida Serrano zserrano@staradvertiser.com Posted on January 21, 2018

Updated on January 22, 2018 at 4:37 pm

In those frenzied minutes following the Jan. 13 false alert of an inbound ballistic missile, my husband and I rushed our daughters into their bathroom, which has no windows. I saw fear in the eyes of my three little girls — maybe because they saw fear in mine.
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By Donica Kaneshiro dkaneshiro@staradvertiser.com Posted on January 7, 2018

Updated on January 8, 2018 at 5:22 pm

I’m no technophobe. I tweet daily about my activities with the kids. I stalk like-minded strangers on Pinterest. I have an unhealthy obsession with playing Words With Friends 2 with my sister who lives 5,000 miles away. But I still love my Day Runner planner.
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By Zenaida Serrano zserrano@staradvertiser.com Posted on December 24, 2017

Updated on December 24, 2017 at 4:07 pm

Each Christmas my parents managed to transform our home into a wonderfully merry haven for me and my older brother and sister. In my eyes, it was far more beautiful than the snow-kissed cottages depicted in my Christmas storybooks.
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By Kristen Consillio kconsillio@staradvertiser.com on December 10, 2017

By Kristen Consillio kconsillio@staradvertiser.com Posted on December 10, 2017

Updated on December 9, 2017 at 6:53 pm

It was a rude awakening. A young brunette in a tiny sundress traipsing around a field of sunflowers, a photographer following dutifully behind. She was one of half a dozen “reporters” on a media tour recently.
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By Donica Kaneshiro dkaneshiro@staradvertiser.com Posted on December 3, 2017

Updated on December 4, 2017 at 7:08 pm

It doesn’t matter where you go, the tree lot is a precarious scene. Lopsided trees threaten to topple. Shoppers fling away unwanted trees as they try to clear a path for themselves. Successful customers navigate the crowded aisles back to the checkout stand with their field of vision obscured by massive noble fir.
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As we head into the hectic holiday homestretch, remember to slow down and listen to your body. If you’re tired, rest. If you’re unwell, see your doctor. It’s easier said than done, but you should never be too busy to take care of yourself.
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The little voice coming from the baby monitor wasn’t our daughter’s, and my heart stopped. It woke me in the early morning darkness, the sound of a young girl singing a lullaby in the room where our infant firstborn slept. Ten years later we still don’t know the source of that sweet lullaby.
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